"No! My life!" Cried the terrified little man as he cowered in the shadow cast by the enormous hand. The huge appendage was covered in a thick material that made up the security chief's glove. The palm alone was the size of a football field, casting a dark shadow over it's intended victim.
Andre's massive hand came down with frightening speed. Tiny Bryan Smith felt like a jumbo jet collided into him, a thunderous boom resounding through his minute ears. He found himself caught between a fold in the giant man's glove, the thick material folding where the fingers bent. The rough material surrounded him all over, an intense heat radiating from it.
Without a seconds more delay, the massive weight lifted, taking the terrified scientist with it.
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Andre grunted at the thought of the pesky Bryan Smith running rampant with materials purloined from his company's lab. The annoying scientist had given him problems before, often wasting the time of the security personal with trivial tasks and complaints. It didn't surprise him that the queer Bryan Smith would steal valuable chemicals so he could sell them on the side.
Unfortunately, the pesky man was missing leaving, Andre at a loss. Until a tiny moving speck caught his attention from the nearby kitchen table. The tall, bulky black security chief had little time for such a small creature, but he felt a certain satisfaction as he smashed his large gloved hand down on it, imagining it was a tiny Bryan Smith. The thought amused him, as he brushed his hand off. The door opened suddenly, causing Andre to forget the insignificant bug as two other security men entered the room.
Their black combat boots thudded loudly as they approached Andre, both of them standing at attention. "We have collected all of the computer hardware, sir." Reported an officer wearing a dark cap. The other young guard with him nodded in agreement.
Unaware that the scientist was ant-sized at his feet, Andre stomped around the table, his huge boot just missing the scurrying speck. "Search the house for any signs of where he went. We're going to nail this bastard." He said, grinding his fist in his hand.
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